Steven Everett: I’m thankful for the 98 editors I’ve had the privilege of working with who have put countless hours into what has become my defining experience at Boston College. Andy Backstrom: Above all else, I’m thankful for my family and friends, as well as all of the memories I share with them. I’m also…
With the start of November comes more midterm stress, a second wave of fall, and the dreaded week of class registration. For me, this little time of year has always brought about frantic planning and research. Of course, when I first came to Boston College, I registered for classes with vigor, drawing up a long…
Thanksgiving is a joyous time centered around family, food, and of course, giving thanks. With life seemingly becoming faster paced by the day—whether that be due to technological advances or simply getting older—I find the celebration of Thanksgiving increasingly more essential in reminding us all to appreciate what we have. The other 364 days of…
It’s a regional (and perhaps national) axiom that Boston drivers (known endearingly as “Massholes”), are among the worst types of people you will encounter. AllState even agrees. It’s quite discouraging when you find that AllState—a vehicle insurance company—ranks Boston as the third-worst driving city in the United States, in front of only Washington D.C. and…
Last week, the Boston College Republicans invited Andrew Klavan to speak at an event titled “The Art of Being Free.” Several students showed up at the event to protest Klavan’s history of Islamophobic, racist, sexist, and homophobic comments. The Office of Student Involvement (OSI) has a hard job when it comes to issues such as…
When I first started college, I figured that participation grades would diminish in light of more intellectually challenging material that requires more individual reflection and demanding assignments. Instead, in MCAS classes, participation seems to take up larger percentages of final grades with each passing year. I am all for sharing ideas and having discussions with…
I make myself cry probably once a week. To be clear, it’s not because I’m sad (usually). It’s because I find myself so intensely hilarious that I will laugh until I’m crying profusely at my own joke—a joke that I often don’t even say out loud. I will tell myself a joke, in my head,…
Surprisingly, the scariest moment of my life wasn’t when I watched Hereditary for the first time two summers ago at a midnight showing (“Not even when her head fell off, Bianca?” No, not even then). It didn’t occur when I moved to the United States in May 2018 and, for the first time, was left…
This column is a byproduct of my lack of motivation to complete a reflection assignment. Last week, I recorded a podcast for a group project in one of my classes and, sure enough, this week I was hit with the realization that, on top of the assignment itself, which required group coordination and several scheduled…
In the first week of this semester, I had a perplexing conversation with one of my suitemates, in which she shared her belief that “the truth does not matter.” This seemed like a rather shocking claim to me, especially given the prolific amount of fake news in the United States right now, so I decided…
